I finished Icarus and am working away on the lace socks. After I finish them I’m going to knit a top down cardigan, with a lace panel down the front. And then I am going to make Jared Flood's Rock Island shawl out of handspun for my mothers birthday .
Now, I know I said I wasn’t going to knit a shawl for her birthday because I wanted to stop putting so much pressure on myself but I have to do it. I have to knit lace, I can’t stop. Like someone who has their first line of cocaine and thinks they can stop any time they want, but they just don’t want to yet because its too much fun. Like any addict, I’m great at justifying this addiction. I lie to myself and others I say things like “I can stop any time I want” and “I’m not hurting anyone” and “I barely knit most days”. And I find ways to sneak more of it into my life, like doing a couple of lines at lunch time, or sneaking into the toilets at parties to do a line. I ignore my aching hands and keep up the mantra “just one more line” which is particularly funny when the row has 500 + stitches. Anyway, I can stop anytime I want, but why would I want to?